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Marie Lukasik Wallace ~ # I LIVE Poetry – I'm passionate about life and writing and all things creative and poetic!


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Maya Angelou visited my 50th Birthday

Maya Angelou didn’t know this then, but she probably knows it now, that her influence spread far and wide, by simply speaking her words aloud and lying them down on the path for others to pick up and use….sometimes wave like flags of freedom.

Maya (I feel close enough to her energy to call her by her first name) was first introduced to me  in my early twenties through a book I had purchased at a garage sale, “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.”  I was so intrigued by the title, but I was more intrigued by her transformational story of turning a tragedy into triumph.  From there ever after, my ears perked up each time I heard her name or heard a quote.  I collected her quotes on calendars and notebooks and other wonderful items.  I devoured her words like substance to nourish and encourage my soul.

In 2007, I wrote a poem to her.  I had told my daughters of her triumphs and used her example of courage and overcoming to assist them through some difficult times.  You can read that poem Ode to Maya here.  What’s interesting to me, is that the week before she died, I felt compelled to post it on her web-site without knowing she was suffering physically.  My heart must have known.

Fast forward to my 50th birthday party.  There once was a time I thought I would dread this day, but my friend Barb had a most amazing day, and she and my husband convinced me it was a right of passage that I should celebrate to the max!  As a matter of fact, Joe, my husband, reminded me that some of the women who changed the world did their best work after 50. 

Here’s how I celebrated: 

For my childhood years, we had Big Red soda, sidewalk chalk, bubbles and board games. 

For my teenage years, we danced and ate fast fun food.  Though some of the music didn’t exist from my teen years, it was fun to dance and do

For my womanhood, I read a two poems from Maya, Phenomenal Woman, which encourages a woman to truly be herself, and Still I Rise which encourages women to rise from their deepest darkest depths and walk boldly.

For motherhood, moms told their favorite mom stories.

And lastly, my husband crowned me and I went through an archway representing all the lovely women who had gone before me whom had changed the world.  Joe made a powerpoint of these women, including Oprah Winfrey and Maya Angelou and other amazing women all over the world.  He believed, like I believe, that we all have the power to move and change the world.  Maya was there at my party.  Her spirit permeated the cards I was given and the books and the quotes I received, for my friends all knew how much she moved me and called me to action. 

What this amazing woman proved to me was that one woman, one man, CAN make a difference.  We do it every day by owning who we truly are and BEING who we truly are meant to be.  ~Nemaste my friends and love to you dearest Maya and family.


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Blogging Tour of the Writing Process


I first met my blogging friend Rhonda Blackhurst on the A-Z tour and really enjoyed reading all of her challenges because she writes passionately and from the heart, and I like that.

Rhonda Blackhurst asked if I could join her on a blogging tour of the Writing Process. I enjoy learning how others write so I can get clues and improve on my own writing process. I can’t wait to hear what works for you! 

 

1.) What am I working on at the moment?

I am currently working on writing my dad’s biography.  He has always been a closed man.  I call him a “vaulted” man.  He has Alzheimer’s and is a recovered alcoholic.  Through various techniques, like Poetry Therapy and my education experience, I am learning more about my dad and developing a relationship with him.

 

Off on the side, I am writing poetry and essays and other fun tidbits to keep the writing muse going.  I’ve always loved writing and getting to know people, so the blogging world has been perfect for me.  I used to do a blog about ten years ago and really enjoyed the community.  I also aspire to do a variety of other book projects that are budding for me.

 

2.) How does my work differ from others of its genre? 

 

My current writing shows a developing relationship between a daddy and daughter, putting aside all the years of heartache and hard roads and differences from living with an alcoholic to forge a new relationship, leading from a soberly life.  I’m also hoping to offer ways for others to assist their loved ones in living a more quality life if they have Alzheimer’s.

 

3.) Why do I write what I do?

 

My dad’s biography began as an adventure to gather some family history and seeking to know him better as a person.  Throughout my life, my dad revealed very little of himself unless it had to deal with the weather or fishing or other activities as part of his outside world.  I found some questions in a book that daddy allowed me to ask which opened a door for us.  Through a lot of patience and tender loving care of my daddy’s feelings and life, he began to trust me enough to work on building his biography.  Through the encouragement of a dear friend, I went from a 3 page essay to taking on the writing of a biography. Writing this way is truly a challenge and an adventure, but I’m truly enjoying the journey!

 

4.) How does my writing process work?

Because my dad is a vaulted man and has Alzheimer’s, it’s a delicate thing to gather information and to write about his life, especially linearly.  Life stories don’t come to him that way.  Often times I will get the same stories over again, but with new details, so I have to really be on my toes. And there are some stories, I can’t seem to access yet.  So, I’ve developed a system of interviewing him daily and taking notes and saving them in folders by category so as to access them later.

If you have questions, please fire away!

Here are some fellow bloggers who have agreed to be on the tour with me.  I know you will enjoy their work.  They are truly personable people  with a passion for writing.  Be sure to visit them when they post their answers on June 2nd!  We have a lot to learn from each other.  Enjoy your day my friends.


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Tastes of Joy – Lessons from a Five Year Old

Many people think I am the teacher; but honestly, when you are the teacher of five and six year olds, you become the student because they really understand what’s truly important in life.  Remember the joy my friends….watch through their eyes. 

 

Taste  of Joy

Lessons from a Five Year Old

All that is significant in life is

The here and now,

What I am doing this very moment

Is the most important thing

And it has all my attention.

If I am painting,

There is no worry for where the paint splatters.

The joy comes from the act of getting it on the canvas,

Spattering, spilling, splashing,

Sloshing and galoshing,

As long as the colors are swished and mixed on the page.

If the music moves me,

Get up and move!

Drum beats on a desk

Scarves in a box

A rhythm from the world outside

Are all grounds to stop whatever I’m doing

And honor the composition.

A friend can pop up anywhere, anytime,

And there is no care

Names are not noted.

Wherever our imaginations takes us

Is the name of our game.

Life is simple.

Life is joyous.

Time stands still and waits for me.

 


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The Messenger

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For all you out there who are God’s messengers.  Keep fighting the good fight.

 

The Messenger

Look out across

the massive field of

red bulbous tulips,

the same two foot tall structures

row after row.

 

And you,

lone tulip,

head held

one blossom

higher than

the others.

 

You,

face tilted

heavenward,

soaking in

God’s secret messages,

and piping them

to the earth.

 

You,

His messenger,

Remember this

When the sun

beats upon

your tiny shoulders

and you grow

weary of

it’s weight,

may you

find

the strength

to last

a little longer,

for the world needs your healing power.

@writingwingsforyou

Writing Can be a Rough Road

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Writing Can be a Rough Road

Don’t you wish there were a warning sign like this to point out a “Rough Road” in life?” Not only is there a sign, but a pink flag waving in the wind!

My daughter pointed this sign out to me on our way to school one day. It made us giggle because we were going through some tough times. Lately, the writing road has been a tough one for me….mostly time because my day job, teaching is really busy now. But honestly, the toughest part is working on my dad’s story. Dad is locked up tight inside again.

Alzheimer’s is a nasty beast to the patient and to the families. It is confusing to know what to say and what not to say because they are so caught up in fear and paranoia that often we don’t know what to say. I can’t even hardly talk about what he’s going through on this post for fear that it will get back to him and somehow hurt him. And I’m not trying to hurt anyone. I’m just working for understanding, and writing it to you gets it out of me.

You see, what Alzheimer patients are going through is very very real to them. As my dad’s story unfolds, I realize more and more where his fears come from. He is afraid of people attacking him because he was jumped daily on his way to and from school. He feared for his life often because he knew the guys who jumped him carried knives, and he didn’t know when they would pull one on him.

Rush forward to the present, dad feels this same fear of people wanting to harm him and fearing for his life. Like I said, it’s REAL to HIM. His reasoning skills are waning, so I can’t reason with him about what is real. The most I can do is find ways to comfort him and refocus his energy on positive things. And sometimes I just listen because he needs a way to get the ugly out of him.

I won’t give you details because it will feel like airing dirty laundry. It’s not like that. It’s just that I want you to know there are others out there who understand what you are going through and maybe we can talk strategies together.

Sometimes poetry works with dad because he had such a love for words. And words can be healing. We’ve even written some poetry. For a little while oils like peppermint and orange worked, until he was afraid that the oils were something that would harm instead of help him. Everyone says to use music, but he doesn’t like it and doesn’t have a player. I know through interviews there was music he liked fondly. I’m hoping this summer to bring a CD player with me to visit him with some of those songs to try this out.

The good news is that these episodes go in cycles with some really bad days and then clear days just pop in. I must always be ready because I never know if “today will be the day.”

But I do know this, I never know how much time I will have with him, so I cherish each moment and every morsel of him that is revealed, the good, the bad and the ugly…because he’s my dad…he’s a part of me, and his history is part of me, and I want his grandchildren and great grandchildren to know this man better than the “vaulted man” I knew most of my life. I want to get as many locks off as I can.

Nemaste dear friends. ~Marie


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To Do a Writing Retreat or Not? That is the question!

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retreat timber mooseWriting retreats are an investment. You are betting your hard earned money that the retreat you are embarking on has the information you need to grow beyond what you expect. You hope that you will gain some writing skills, network with people, and learn some things about the publishing industry. From speaking with others, I KNOW that this isn’t always the case.

I’ve been on 3 writing retreats through Inspired Legacy, with best selling author,
Bridget Cook, and I can tell you that though it seems like it would be the same retreat for me, I learn exponentially each time.  Bridget is a soulful, masterful coach who is constantly growing and learning her craft and the latest and greatest in the publishing world so she can be the best for her clients.

Let me get more into more specifics of the retreat just in case you might be interested. Bridget brings phenomenal, engaging groups together and goes through the process of publishing a book, outlining steps of making your writing “juicy” as she calls it, assists you in your audience focus, exploring all publishing options that best suit you, as well as how the publishing process works. You also get to bring your book or idea of a book and have a one on one with Bridget where she gives her insightful feedback. What makes Bridget masterful is not only is she always learning her craft, but she is an avid reader and researcher. An avid reader knows what a reader wants, and an avid researcher knows the market well. You leave the retreat with so much information. I started my first retreat with a 3 page essay, and now I’m writing a book! (Blows my mind too.)

What I love the most, is you can extend the retreat by doing an intensive writing program with Bridget and go into the process deeper, making writing a COLLABORATIVE PROCESS. A dear friend of mine acknowledged this for me by saying “only you would take something like writing which is usually a solitary act and find a way to do it collaboratively”…obviously not only me, because there seem to be others craving the same thing. I believe that blogging is a lot like this collaborative process and we learn a lot from each other. This is just something a little bit more for those who might be ready for a new adventure.

I realize this is a plug for my friend, but I know there are others thinking of taking their writing to another level; and I know that Bridget is more than a writing coach, she’s an experienced author and a caring person who is great at individualizing the program for you. I went into the retreat with a 3 page essay about my dad, and now I’m not only writing his book, but have other great projects on a burner. DREAM BIG!!! (You’ll surprise yourself.)
Just some food for thought.

For those of you who read my blog and were hoping to hear more about my sweet dad, I should be getting back on track very soon. I’ve just had some busy weeks, and have another 3 busy weeks ahead until I can breathe. A teacherly life is crazy in May…and then you’ll really hear from me!

Have a blessed Sunday and happy writing!
Hope to give you an update later today.
Nemaste.
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Throwback Tuesday – Romance – Inspired by a Fellow Blogger

A Fellow blogger, Kanzen Sakura, told a sweet romantic tale about her husband’s unconditional love, and it was so romantic and sweet, it inspired me to write about my man.

Joe came into my life when I was not looking for a man.  I wanted to just go out and enjoy life and all it had to offer.  I was in school and had two beautiful little girls.  My life was plenty busy enough.  Relationships were a challenge because there was so much going on. I was teaching a dance class and we all decided to meet for “dance club.” I had met with the dance club several times, informally enough.
club many times. We would just chat and talk about upcoming events and things we’d like to teach or attend. I had my head down when I hear an loud, echoing belly laugh so rich and so full that it caught my full attention. There, radiantly at the door with joy all around his countenance was Joe.

Immediately I was at attention. He was like a magnet and I was drawn to him. My heart leaped and said, “I want some of that.” Never before, nor since have I been so taken. Of course at this point, I’m trying to think of a way to talk to him and get to know him. I’m not really a scheming sort, but there had to be a way! Out of the blue came the sweetest thought. We need a telephone directory for our dance club! Also note, Marie has never called a boy! I was raised differently than it is today…but I just wanted to have some of this joy in my life.

Well, we made a date to see each other. But we both purposefully made it for an event that started at 3:00 p.m. That way if it didn’t work out, we could still go do our own thing. Needless to say, we talked for hours and hours. And here we are today. I think things worked out pretty well. Despite that he didn’t really want to date either. We both just knew joy when we saw it, and didn’t let it go.

I’m happy to report that 20 years later, we still have joy, and that beautiful man will stop anywhere, anytime and dance with me. And I enjoy every bit, whether it’s in a grocery aisle or a parking lot or our very own living room. I love that he still has that sparkle in his eye when he looks at me.

I am truly blessed. There are many more romantic stories to come.


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I Ate Blessed

The other day I was sending a post to a friend of mine with my phone and it auto corrected.  Instead of saying “you are blessed,” it said, “you ate blessed.”  I happened to be in a high state of awareness and felt quite playful, so I wrote about how it would feel to “eat blessed.”  What a great tool it turned out to be to stimulate my writing.  I didn’t have my computer, so I don’t have that writing, but it’s always good to revisit something.  So here is my opening for today. Enjoy!

 

                                                    I Ate Blessings Today

I gorged on blessings today.  I took the time to really be grateful for what I have in my life. I didn’t just count it.  I took a bite of it, and I chewed it slowly, savouring each morsel of that blessing and giving it permission to fill my body.  Blessings deserve to nourish you and touch your every cell with energy and vitality.  Then you radiate blessings and your blessings sustain you on those dark dreary days when it’s a challenge to get up.

Ahh, I get it now.  I imagine that is how meditation works. And when I see those people who radiate a countenance that is so lovely that you feel revitalized just in their presence, then you know they ate their blessings for that day. 

My mantra today is that “I SHALL BE RADIANCE FOR TODAY FOR I HAVE EATEN MY DAILY DOSE OF BLESSINGS.”

~Nemaste friends – may you eat blessings and multiply,

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